It was late, and the party had dwindled to about 15 guests. Everyone was crowded in the living room, laughing and talking and polishing off the rest of the alcohol. Emma had just put back her third glass of champagne, and she had to pee like a racehorse. She could feel Shane's eyes follow her body as she stood, her silk cocktail dress tumbling down her bare legs.

In the bathroom, Emma washed her hands and pressed her wet fingertips to her temples. Even though the AC was on, with so many bodies pressed together in one place, it wasn't doing much to keep the place cool. And the memory of Shane's eyes trailing her body, like he couldn't wait to get her home and in bed, wasn't helping to keep her body temperature down.

Emma opened the door, and almost jumped out of her skin when she saw Shane standing there. He put his finger to his lips, grabbed her hand, and led her further down the hall, away from the living room. The apartment was spacious by New York standards, and had a large, walk-in coat closet near the entrance. Shane pulled her inside and shut the door behind them.

"What if someone"—Shane cut her off with a kiss, pushing her up against the back of the door. He was so tall, he practically had to fold over himself to press his lips up against hers. His large hands cupped her neck, and Emma felt possessed, like she was his and he would kill anyone who tried to touch her.

His hands slipped down her body and underneath her dress, tugging at the sides of her thong.

"This needs to come off," he whispered against her lips. He stepped back and watched while she reached under her dress and slipped her underwear off. Shane's gaze was intense, hungry even, and she had to force herself not to look away.

"Touch yourself," Shane said, and Emma's breath picked up as she reached under her dress and between her legs. Her mouth parted in a silent moan and her eyelids grew heavy, and Shane's eyes never left her face. No one had ever watched her like this—and with the muted conversation between the guests in the background, it felt voyeuristic, taboo, and her stomach clenched with desire.

Sucking in air sharply, Shane unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. His erection was so hard it was pulsing, and Emma needed it, needed him, inside of her. He stepped forward, slipped his hands underneath her ass, and picked her up so that her dress bunched up around her waist and her legs were wrapped around his waist. She was so turned on, he slipped into her easily. He was so large and full she gasped.

"Oh my"—Before she could say "God," Shane placed his hand over her mouth and held it there.

"Shhhhh," he whispered, thrusting slowly, causing her back to slide up and down against the door. He held his hand firmly over her mouth, stifling the moans she could not control. With his other hand, he reached down and picked up where her own had left off. Using the pad of his thumb, he pressed it against her clitoris, massaging it in a circle again and again and again. The best feeling in the world had to be this—being in the hands of someone who knew what he was doing was, so she could relax and just let her body hum with pleasure, bringing her closer and closer to that inevitable explosion.

A bead of sweat trickled down the side of Shane's face as he deepened his thrusts. His eyebrows furrowed and he looked down at the place where they were connected, at his hand on her clitoris, and his mouth dropped open as he drove into her so hard, her head knocked against the back of the door.

"I want you to tell me when you come," he gasped, finally removing his hand from her face. Emma nodded, biting down on her lower lip and trying not to scream.

Her eyes threatened to shut as the orgasm hit her, but she forced herself to keep them open and take in everything around her—the coats hanging on the walls, the intensity on Shane's face, and the spikes of her heels on either side of his waist. "I'm coming," she moaned, as quietly as she could.

As if it was his cue, Shane thrust one last time, deeply, and held himself inside of her as he gasped for breath. Emma felt the muscles in his back tense up, and finally release.

She unwrapped her legs from around his body and gingerly placed them on the floor. Her knees were wobbly and unsteady, and she slid to the ground, trying to steady her breath. Shane joined her, placing a hand on her upper thigh and squeezing it.

Suddenly, the knob turned and there was pressure on the other side of the door.

"Hey! This door is locked!" someone yelled. Emma turned to Shane, panic in her eyes.

"Fuckkk," he mouthed…

I finished typing the last few characters and hit save on my computer. I planned to give the story one more read in the morning, before sending to Stephen from Big Apple Publishing. Then I would do some kind of rain dance in hopes that he liked it, and that I would be chosen to write one of their steamy romance novels. Peter should also be expecting a big fat thank you in the form of me in some slutty lingerie for being such great sexpiration.